Another Day

My Goo,

Question : What are you doing?

I'm having yet another day without you, it ain't pretty of course but I hope your day is better than mine.

I'm sitting on my porch looking at the garden ahead but my mind is miles away.

This feeling of not knowing is eating me inside.

I just wish I know something, anything...

I work on my words today in desperate attempt to ease my nerves. It works a little but not as much as I wanted it to be. Something missing, as simple as that dear...

Yours,

Jane